We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of birth, location and topography determined who we are. Our differences caused us to war.

Humanity’s evolution is what we must see, the frictions of difference slowly beginning to fade. Humans being human to each other is how we must go. Humanism beginning to grow. Differences in beliefs can be poison to our cause. My religion is better than your religion is juvenile at best. Wars and mass murders is what we receive when this is how we perceive.

Spirituality is important to the human soul, it nourishes our existence keeps us balanced in so many ways. Would the Great Maker really be displeased if our philosophy was to live a spiritual life connected to Gita and respecting who we are and each other; living to golden rule in harmony. Somehow I think not.

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